Next stop Hurstville,then bus station at Green Valley...

Hey guys...i haven't blogged in a while...
Well trials are nearly over and i've only got economics left tomorrow. I should be studying aye...lol ><

Anyways, a lot of you know that my grandpa died recently on the 21st of july and that was like a day before my sisters bday which isn't very good. During the funeral, i reminisced about all the times i had with grandpa and how i used to help him with the gardening, play bball with him, mahjong and pull that single hair growing on his chin. I realised i hadn't even spend much time with him and i missed out on a lot of things we could've done.

After the funeral (i cried heaps T_T), everyone was comforting por por but she didn't show much emotion/cry. But we could all tell she was crying on the inside. Weeks later, she tried to forget about grandpa by telling mum and my relos to take down the portrait of grandpa at her house. She didn't even want to visit grandpas memorial place where his ashes are. However, we convinced her to leave the portrait but she still didn't want to go to the memorial place. She blamed it on the fact that we had to make donations every time we go and that we shouldn't waste money like that.

Day by day she began looking worse and worse. Her face got older and darker and she didn't take much care of her appearance. Her hair was left untied and she never does anything anymore. Her daily monotonous routine is to get up, go for a walk around the block, get picked up by mum or my aunty to go have lunch, come back, eat dinner and then sleep at 9. She doesn't even watch series anymore like she used to with grandpa. She said it was a waste of time and that all we needed to do was to watch the first episode and the finale to know what happens.

Yesterday was my other sisters bday. She was turning 21 and we planned a party at a jap restaurant. After school me and a few friends were going to go play bball but i received a phone call from my mum. She said por por went missing since 10a.m that morning. It was already 1 pm then. Mum said por pors keys and wallet were still at her house and that the door was locked before. She already reported it to the police and rang most of the hospitals in the area. All my aunties and uncles drove around the area where she usually walked but still couldn't find her. I started to get worried so me and my friends went around in a car for a couple of hours but still couldn't find her. We decided to go on foot and look for her at hurstville. After that my friends went home and i went with my mum to keep on looking. Then we decided to go home and get ready for my sisters bday since we already booked.

During the dinner party, everyone didnt know whether to celebrate or not. However, as we began chatting and stuff we gradually forgot about the incident for the time being. The dinner went relatively well but we were still worried. After the dinner, we decided to search some more. We drove around for hours until 1a.m and decided to go home and leave the rest to the police. That night, i couldn't sleep until around 4am or so...

I was awoken by my mum who told me that por por had been found and that she was going to go pick her up. I fell straight back to sleep and when i woke up, i rang my mum. She told me that yesterday por por had forgotten her keys after her morning stroll and had walked to hurstville to tell one of the store owners that we knew. After that she had kept walking and walking and ended up in Green Valley. An ambulance had found her near a bus station at 1a.m and took her to Green Valley Hospital. The doctors said that she had Alzheimer's and had walked there unknowingly. If you didn't know, Green fucking Valley is just a bit further than Liverpool, which equates to around 20 fucking kilometers on foot. I didn't know if i was relieved or amazed. But either way, i was happy that she's home and safe.

At the moment she doesn't remember anything about yesterday and still thinks its the 25th. We gave her some food to eat but she said she already ate that morning, thinking it was yesterday. We also told her to take a shower but she said she only showers at night time. However, we managed to get her eating and showered by the end of today. She had walked so much that she cant stand up by herself anymore since her feet were so swollen. She basically walked to the city and back...what a tank LOL. Take care and get better soon super por por!

同天空 (The Same Sky) by Pak Ho Chau (周柏豪)

One of my favourite songs...=]

Lyrics

我試過懶理別人從徬 放任隨處蕩

也試過漆黑中找哲理 儘管不够光
快快告訴我哪里已種了禁果 我要去哪里 哪里至會有曙光
過去已過去 過去已印證出答案

我要擴闊我天空 暢游星空 祗要堅守便有夢
你與我同分鐘 同天空 身份相同 你我同樣身份比天高
你我做到 世界大同

你我也是呼吸到氧氣 也是同氣味
你我有著精彩的結尾 不需跟我比
你有你武器 我也有兩臂脹起 我也會泄氣 也試過寂寞到死
我倆要勇氣 勇氣會化作新哲理

我要擴闊我天空 暢游星空 祗要堅守便有夢
你與我同分鐘 同天空 身份相同 你我同樣身份比天高
我會越過這天空 旅途之中 擁有雙手便有用
哪里向南西東 誰不懂 怎麽相容 你我同樣穿梭空氣中
也會撞到 不必畏高

我要擴闊我天空 暢游星空 祗要堅守便有夢
你與我同分鐘 同天空 身份相同 你我同樣身份比天高
我會越過這天空 旅途之中 擁有雙手便有用
哪里向南西東 誰不懂 怎麽相容 你我同樣穿梭空氣中
也會撞到 你盼做到 至會做到

Translation by http://xcomprandomness.co.uk/2008/02/23/under-the-same-sky-are-the-lyrics-or-tune-more-important/

I’ve tried ignoring the people around me, wandering everywhere.
I’ve tried searching for principles in darkness even though there wasn’t enough light.
Tell me quickly where the Forbidden Fruit is,
For that is where I must go, it’s where the light is.
The past is in the past, it has helped confirm my answer.

I want to expand my world, tour the stars.
As long as you persevere you’ll have your dream.
You and I experience the same minutes of time, are under the same sky,
Have the same identity, our status is greater than the skies.
We can do it, the world is in harmony.

We breathe the same air, have the same thoughts.
Wonderful things await us, you don’t have to compare to me.
You have your own weapons and just like you I can throw up my arms,
Get disheartened and have even been ever so lonely.
We need courage, courage will create new principles for us.

I want to expand my world, tour the stars.
As long as you persevere you’ll have your dream.
You and I experience the same minutes of time, are under the same sky,
Have the same identity, our status is greater than the skies.
I will surpass these skies, as long as I have my hands I can do something.
No one knows which way is facing south, west or east.
We don’t know how we’ll get along but, we’re all shooting through the skies.
We’ll come across each other, there’s no need to fear the heights.

I want to expand my world, tour the stars.
As long as you persevere you’ll have your dream.
You and I experience the same minutes of time, are under the same sky,
Have the same identity, our status is greater than the skies.
I will surpass these skies, as long as I have my hands I can do something.
No one knows which way is facing south, west or east.
We don’t know how we’ll get along but, we’re all shooting through the skies.
We’ll come across each other, there’s no need to fear the heights.

English teachers, popcorn and robots.

LOL so today during english our teacher was analysing (crit anal) poems with the whole class and she started to come up with more and more 'over the top interpretations' until it really got kinda ridiculous. She was like "yeah so the composer deliberately used the word "it" to create a sense of ambiguity or wateva"...and im thinking "err mrs...you like cant put any other word there, i think the composer put "it" so the sentence would actually make sense...". The stanza was like "A display of news items, in photographs. For some reason i noticed it."

yeaa..so anyway i was thinking how there are soo many different analysis' and interpretations of peoples works and wondered if the actual composer tried to convey that. Like if someone misanalysed someone elses piece of work and said "Oh you did this delivberately to portray this aye?" and what would happen if the composer replied "Err no, mate." But then i realised how these 'pieces of work' only got famous when the composer died...so now theres like nothing to prove what the guy tried to say. This makes it all the more 'complex' as people will then be able to say as they wish and keep branching off to new ideas. haha like at schoool we always studied poems of which the composer is already dead...so like if our teachers tell us the composer tried to convey this but get it wrong, that actual composer wouldnt come out and ask what the hell they were smoking...

Haha im probably thinking too much as there isnt really a 'right' or 'wrong' in English...but hey, its my interpretation.

I also went to see Transformers 2 today with Nathan, Steele and Tan man cause we had a free period. The movie was alright (went for 2.5 hours O.O) but it wasnt as great as the first one. Tan man bought a combo thing and i basically made it my lunch LOL. He was too busy enjoying the movie to eat haha. Well, in the movie, i found it funny that Sam (main character) could do so much inhumanly possible stuff like falling from 20 metres and getting up again or being chucked quite a distance by MEGATRON and not die. LOL.

Yeah, the plot was a bit weird cause there were these 'ancient' transformer dudes who tried to protect some keystone thing called Matrix from some powerful muffka so they sacrificed themselves while cowering over it to seal away the Matrix in a tomb hidden somewhere in the desert. But then when Sam and the others found the location of the Matrix it was just there behind a wall with a pile of dead ancient transformers around it. Like i didnt see the point of the sacrifice? so they killed themselves...when they couldve just walked into the fkn tomb and place the keystone there? dunno man...those ancient robots probali transformed into dumasses or someshit.

kthnxbye.

Friend or Foe?

=], first blog? woooo go me!

well, someone told me i should start a blog and just write whatever...and i want more practice on writing stuff for english...so yeahh.

here goes:
I've found out recently that a lot of people that i would not expect to have blogs and such, (like those people who don't talk much at school, outings or whatnot) tend to write/say so much stuff that they would otherwise not tell anyone about. They're probably like thinking who the fck would care if i told them this or sound like the "imgayifitellthistoppl" type of person. In fact, i'm thinking i sound like this right now U___U haha (no homo). Anyway, i was thinking how all these people who come in the world and know how to act/be the way they are. Like are we born as we are or do we make ourselves? (so, if i take some crazy cunt from a psychiatric institution and wipe his memory, make him young again, will he turn out to be that crazy cunt again?). Then i thought nahh its obviously cause they were brought up like that and they got influenced by the people around them.

So what if we aren't like the way we are now? Lets say we turned out to be someone that you would never thought you would be or someone that you wouldn't get along with at the moment. What if you were even born as another ethnicity? Okay, so if you were born as a black/white/leb/asian etc. , what would you do? You would probably think that you'll hate to be that person and wouldn't want to be made out like that, right? You would think that the ethnicity you are now is better than the rest. Like, if you were an asian, like me, you would think "Fuck that i dont wanna be a black/white/leb." But then wouldn't you think that if you were black/white/leb, but instead "Fuck that i dont wanna be asian" (LOL did that even make sense? dont think it came out right...). So then i thought, "Wait, why exactly do i hate those guys again? (i dont hate black/white/leb ppl btw, but like a sorta less positive vibe than if they were an asian LOL? no racial.)" and i start thinking of all their bad qualities. Of these bad qualities, most of them were from other peoples perspective rather than my own. Then im like waitt, what about their perspective of the type of person i am? Like...hmm...i cant think of a good example...errr...yeaa...okay so lets go on to something simple like:

Black Guy + White Guy: White Guy dislikes Black Guy and vice-versa. (not being racist btw <.<) Me: So, White Guy why dont you like Black Guy?
White: He's black, he steals shit, he lies, he's dimwitted, he's loud, he's dirty. What's not to hate?
Me: So, Black Guy why dont you like White Guy?
Black: He's white, he thinks he's the best, he's racist, he's self-involved. What's not to hate?
Me: Okay ty b/w. (no racial)

waiittt, aren't all these just stereotypes people made up by others? How can you just judge others based on other peoples opinions? They probably did the same and followed someone elses judgement before them. Who exactly made these types of judgements and passed on their opinions to others? Probably some guy with alot of power or someone you respect i suppose. They can easily say something and make us believe it right? Why do we believe the things these elitists tell us? Hmm i need to give you an example on that one...like when we watch the news on tv or listen to the media talk on about someone/something. How do we know stuff like that is true or not? When we see something, we instantly form opinions on it and give value judgments. When other people start agreeing, more and more will follow even though it may not be based on anything factual. So its just like go with the crowd yeah? Do we still follow it if we think its a bit far-fetched? This happens alot. Even i can think of many things like this that i can relate to.

An example is when one of my friends started saying "Oh, this guy is a dickhead, he did this and this..." and my friends all say "Yeah..."and i also reply "Yeah..." but im actually thinking "Huh? That guys my friend...i never seen him do that...did he really do that?" So do i start avoiding the "dickhead" who was, just minutes before, my friend?...Well you can only ask yourself really. So then i asked myself "I never really saw him/her do this to me...maybe he (my friend telling me about the other friend) did something to aggravate this. Maybe i'm only hearing one side of the story?" I'll just stick to what it was and see what happens...observe for myself...(Why is it when someone hates someone else they expect you to do the same? They like tell everyone about it and basically persuade them to stop being the other persons friend...and the scary thing is that it works.)

Human nature i guess? All part of fitting in? Or they dont want to learn anything else that may change their opinion on something they believe to be true or were told to be as true. They prefer to take the easy path of believing what those around them believe, rather than question everything and learn all there is to learn...observe for themselves and form their own opinions.

Its easier to let the newsreader tell you or your friends to tell you about things and define it for you. It takes time and energy to observe and form opinions about things yourself. So is this why the majority of people allow others to define things for them, because they are too lazy to figure out the truth on their own? Or do these people just want to fit in so they shut up, listen and agree?